Yip!
Various things I would like to say to some people at work;
1) I don't decide these prices, if I did, I wouldn't be working here would I? Cunt.
2) What is this, day of the fucking dead? Shift it, cunt!
3) Control your bloody kid, this is a working shop and the bloody thing will get hurt. Cunt.
4) What the hell is wrong with you people? How many people does it take to fill a fucking basket? Why bring your whole family? Cunt.
5) Jesus, you fucking stink, cunt.
6) Don't touch me, cunt.
7) Cunt.
If in fact it is not yet clear, I do loathe my job.
1) I don't decide these prices, if I did, I wouldn't be working here would I? Cunt.
2) What is this, day of the fucking dead? Shift it, cunt!
3) Control your bloody kid, this is a working shop and the bloody thing will get hurt. Cunt.
4) What the hell is wrong with you people? How many people does it take to fill a fucking basket? Why bring your whole family? Cunt.
5) Jesus, you fucking stink, cunt.
6) Don't touch me, cunt.
7) Cunt.
If in fact it is not yet clear, I do loathe my job.
Clumsily manhandled a bunch of stray and often unsightly thoughts into something closely resembling English at 10:35 PM
7 Comments:
Kill them?
Such a simple yet pleasant and effective solution. But 'twould pose us a little problem in the long run :(
Tis a shame that such a wonderfully permanent solution would be such a problem.
Only if I get caught though...
now, now, mephistopheles. stop inciting murder.
haven't we been over this before? :P
Inciting? There's none of this here. All I need is immunity, then a great deal of people are fucked :p
Awwwww...Why you gotta ruin my fun, Thomas? :(
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